The fb messenger message had come through sometime during the night, and after processing my thoughts during that golden hour, 5am to 6am, I had picked up my cell phone and noticed my home page had notifications in every communication app! What is cool about the Messenger app is the profile image of the sender attaches itself to the screen, and there was that cool pic of Alan and Davina’s, two boys, Jamie and Alasdair, posing on a beach somewhere in the Maldives! That message, from Davina, was my first stop!
The message read: “There is a ticket to The Final with your name on it, if you can get your arse over here!” (or words to that effect) and “What do you think?”
I have a zooty Heart Rate app on my phone which combines the flashlight facility and clever technology, and measures one’s heart rate within seconds. When my stressful job gets the better of me at times, and I feel the ol’ ticker over pumping, I often use the Heart Rate app to monitor and correct my heart rate via breathing techniques, and medication if that doesn’t work!
That Monday morning and in fact all through the day as I schemed and planned, checked balances, checked flights, departure times and arrival times, guardedly mentioning the offer to a not totally enamoured with the idea better half, was a haze with my heart running at time and half its normal rate! That all without even a single cup of coffee! There was no time to make that!
Methinks! (“That credit card is still paying off the trip to Italy and the Amalfi Coast and Capri! The other card is still heavily in debt from last year’s stupendous trip to The Galapagos and Rio! Oh, yes the third credit card recently extended my never ending debt limit by a healthy amount! Time to swipe!”)
So carefully laid plans and a few stop gaps were put in place, and the confirmed departure was Thursday October 30th, landing back in Joburg on Tuesday November 3rd! I would have to conjure up a serious gift to make things right with Mama!
Meantime, Mama was mentally tallying up a list of paybacks!
Then a further message came through from Davina mentioning that on Friday evening we were to dine at a 16th Century village pub; before The Final at Twickenham, have pre drinks in a lovely pub; and that Davina had bought tickets to see the new James Bond movie, Spectre, on Sunday! Mama’s list, all of a sudden got longer.
Strikes, demands, and general unrest, are a World Wide phenomenon and normally centred around city centres, universities and places of government! So a planned ANC march through the streets of Randburg on Friday October30th, surprisingly right past my workshop’s building, had been leaked out and that those with the chips on their shoulders were to target businesses of those without chips!
The chip carriers had inadvertently made my Final Ticket easier to implement! An executive decision was made to close shop on Friday and take one less day’s leave over the Christmas shutdown! It is going to be a short break as we drift into 2016! We had already made a 4 day plan earlier in the year!
So there you have it: As I sit on the Gautrain whizzing through tunnels at breakneck speed on my way the Joburg International Airport on Thursday late afternoon, I know that my Friday is solved, (I just hope my neighbours are not victimized), and Monday’s potential problems are forgotten in the haze of expectation of the forthcoming adventure!
John Denver’s classic hit song, Leaving On a Jet Plane:
St Vincent School For The Deaf I hope you are all shouting for my team, (The ABs of course!):
Down Durban way The Fulton School for The Deaf:
Abraham Kriel Childcare group, caring while we work:
The Avril Elizabeth Home for the Mentally Handicapped was opened in 1970, and for the amazing work they do for the less fortunate they deserve great accolades: